What a great way to start off the 2015! I was interviewed for a wonderful blog called Coffee With A Canine, which profiles really interesting people who love coffee and their furry companions. I struggled to get decent photos of my dogs, because they’re lawless and camera shy (hmmm…come to think of it, so are the humans in my house). Pop by the interview and get all the juicy details about my exotic life.
You know that post-Christmas feeling you get when you’ve spent too much time with your family, watched too many movies, and you’ve got the gluttony blues? Well I sure do. We’ve got cabin fever and expanding waistlines, so it’s time to wrangle this bronco and get us back on track! Don’t worry, I haven’t completely lost my mind. I’ll still make sure we’re indulgent and excessive on New Year’s Eve! Even if it kills me.
I’m making a big pot of delicious Pioneer Woman Chicken Tortilla Soup. It was a hit with my girlfriends a few weeks ago, so why not force it down my kids’ throats tonight? Seriously. I think it’s the only way I’ll get them to eat vegetables. Right now, they’re existing on a diet of Lifesavers and Frosted Flakes, so I went a little “crazy-ass mother” on the household today and threw out everything that even remotely contains sugar. It’s going to be the annual Findlays’ Christmas meltdown tonight, when all of us go looking for something sweet. There might be gunfire.
Last night, a wave of generosity washed over me–the kind that only happens during the dreamy fog of a prime rib and raspberry tiramisu hangover–and I offered to drive my daughter “downtown” to hit the Boxing Day sales today. What the what?!?! I wasn’t impressed when I woke up this morning, and the reality of the situation hit me. There was no feigning an illness, no strained muscle, and no family emergency. I was forced to succumb and we headed to Vancouver. Surprisingly, we found amazing parking spots, the crowds weren’t cranky, and the champagne mimosas at the bar I planted myself in were delicious (it also helps when your darling husband offers to drive)!
I just got a new Nikon 50mm f1.4 lens and I’m trying to make friends with it, but it just won’t cooperate! It’s a manual focus lens–because I’m the world’s worst researcher– and no matter what I do, it never focuses on the point I want it to focus on. So, adios bitchacho!!! Back it goes. I don’t care if it looks all shiny and new with seductive settings and abilities. It’s driving me bonkers! If anyone has any other ideas, please share. I need all the help I can get!!!
I know what she’s thinking…
The other day I received an invitation to be interviewed for an awesome blog called Coffee With A Canine. I agreed wholeheartedly. I thought to myself, “I got this. I’ll blow them away with my stunning shots. I’m a pretty decent photographer after all.” So this morning, I started taking pictures with two of the worst models I have ever worked with….Daisy and her evil minion, Stella!
Both scoundrels copped an attitude and shunned the camera. I cajoled, used treats, spoke sweetly, got down on their level, crawled on all fours, scratched behind ears made whistling noises…NOTHING. I have NEVER come across anyone less interested in having their pictures taken.
I swear….they do it on purpose. Is it payback for not taking them out for a walk in the torrential downpour yesterday? Probably. They’re like that.
Daisy’s eyes say it all…